Page 15 of Her Stepbrother Master
Another squeeze of her vaginal muscles and a slithering sensation in her belly.
“I…” She cleared her throat. “I promise I won’t smoke again...Daddy.” Her nipples tingled, tightening under her cone-shaped bra.
His lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Good girl,” he murmured and planted a kiss—darn it all—on her forehead, not her lips.
Still, she basked in his approval, which warmed her to her toes.
He didn’t break their gaze as he reached for the motorcycle helmet and slid it over her head, buckling the chin strap. He looked at the sky and his smile faded, his expression tightening. “Come on, mouse. We need to hurry.”
She settled behind him on the bike seat, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He started the motorcycle and kicked off, wasting no time getting them out of the parking lot and back on the highway.
Rain began to fall only a few miles later, first a few drops, and then a steady downpour. She hunched her shoulders and hid her face against his back, feeling guilty that she wore his jacket and he was left unprotected. The sky darkened. Their speed made the drops of rain bite, stinging her legs and arms and anywhere else they hit. The thin Capri pants clung to her legs, soaked. By the time they made it back to his apartment, her teeth were chattering with cold, her body shivering and shaking.
Brad couldn’t believe he had driven LuAnn on his motorcycle in the rain. It was utterly irresponsible of him. In addition to being unsafe, he now feared she would catch her death of cold, because her slender body trembled in paroxysmal shivers.
He parked the bike and helped her off, putting an arm around her waist and hurrying her upstairs to his apartment.
“Come on, let’s get you into a hot bath.” He led her toward the bathroom.
She made no protest, looking small beneath his helmet and leather jacket. He turned on the hot water in the tub and took the helmet from her hands when she removed it. He moved to unzip his jacket before she could. Something about her, looking so cold and lost, brought out the protector in him. He needed to take care of her now, needed to be the one who fixed this mistake he’d made.
He shucked the jacket and began to unbutton her blouse.
She looked down at his hands, her green eyes widening in surprise.
“What?” If she had protested, he probably would have stopped. But she just shook her head so he went on.
Of course it was wrong. He knew it was wrong, and yet the knowing made it all the more enticing. He opened the soaked blouse, revealing her white bra, constructed out of satin with the stiff cones that made her breasts look like twin mountain peaks. He reached behind her and released the fasteners.
She gasped and shifted, taking a side step but then stumbling back like a nervous filly.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, turning her around to face the tub and cupping her breasts from behind. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and rubbing them.
Her breath turned ragged.
“I’m going to get you warmed up,” he said, as if he acted only to keep her from catching a chill. His raging libido said otherwise.
She held still, the trembling changing from the larger shivers of cold to something more internal.
“You’re being a very good girl,” he praised her. “Daddy likes it when you let him undress you for bath time.”
One of her knees buckled and he caught her around the waist, pressing his hips against her low back, his erection straining against his wet jeans. He leaned forward and nibbled on the shell of her ear, warming the cold flesh with his breath. Returning to his exploration of her breasts, he squeezed one of her nipples, gradually increasing the pressure until she made a squeak of protest.
“These little breasts belong to Daddy.” He didn’t even know where the words were coming from, but they sounded so wicked, so right, a surge of lust nearly made him dizzy. He needed more now. How far would she let him go?
She kicked off her pumps. He unzipped the back of her Capri pants and peeled them down to pile in a damp heap at their feet. She stood in nothing but her panties. He dropped to a crouch at her feet and kissed her calf, then her inner thigh, wrapping his hands around her sweet little backside. Leaning forward, he pressed his face against her panty-clad pussy and bit at her nether lips with his teeth.
She swayed against his hold, her hands coming to grasp his hair. He nipped again, then peeled the panties down and planted a kiss at the apex of her sex.
“Brad?” The uncertainty in her voice tugged at his heart.
His vulnerable little girl. So unsure of herself, so unaware of her own perfection and beauty. Of course he was making a bad girl out of her. He really should stop.
“Shh,” he said. “Daddy wants to take care of you.” He stood up, turning off the water and taking her hand. “Climb in, baby girl.”
She obeyed, stepping into the hot water and sitting, leaning her back against the tub and slumping down so the water covered most of her delectable body.
